Damon stood across from Ivan in the sparring ring, both wearing full training gear, their gloves raised and eyes locked on each other.
The gym was filled with the sounds of other fighters training, but to Damon, it was just him and Ivan right now.
The Russian had good striking, and his background in sambo was evident in how he moved, balanced, calculated, and always ready to counter.
Damon took a Muay Thai stance, light on his feet, and tested the waters with a low kick aimed at Ivan's lead leg.
The sharp slap of his shin against Ivan's thigh echoed through the gym.
Ivan absorbed the hit, his face unreadable, and stepped back, adjusting his stance slightly. Damon noted the way Ivan moved, strong, deliberate.
Another low kick from Damon. This one landed harder, a thudding connection that made Ivan's leg twitch slightly.
Damon kept his guard high, but he wasn't rushing into any punches just yet.
